Mirrors: Holding the Vision Book IV

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Mirrors: Holding the Vision is here! The following is an excerpt from Chapter 20

A thud coming from the other side of the house had been loud enough to distract me from my writings with Babaró. It had been an unmistakable cause for concern. The sound wasn’t the normal pop that I often hear when the guides want to elaborate on a statement or to call my attention to what I am thinking at the time. This time the sound had a different tone to it—an unexplainable solidity or heaviness to it. Either something had broken, fallen, or possibly one of the guides wanted to make a grand entrance for some reason. Anymore, this sort of thing usually doesn’t frighten me or even cause me to pause.

Even so, this time, I felt I should go see what had taken place. The sound came from the east side of the house. Because I was sitting in my office in the middle of the house, I had to walk through the living room and dining area. As I walked through the house I paid close attention to the energy. I scanned the rooms with my inner vision to see if I could detect any beings hanging around. Sometimes I will see them at the table reading or using these little devices that look to me like little hand-held computers or sitting on the floor somewhere immersed in some activity.

As I entered the dining room, I could sense three beings sitting around the oak dining table. They casually glanced in my direction. Seemingly, uninterested with my presence they returned to what they were doing.

There was nothing out of place. The plants were still on their stands—the curtains were still hung in place. Nothing seemed to have been moved.

I asked, “Did someone want to speak to me or did someone just have difficulty getting through the wall?” Inwardly, I chuckled at my little joke. Then instantly I saw the projected image of Tulró momentarily holding the side of his head. The pieces were coming together as I watched Tulró duck under a crossbar in the wall that was now semi-transparent. (The outer and inner walls had been removed leaving the bare studs for me to see.) Tulró then lifted his floor-length robe high as if he were about to gingerly wade across a low-bed stream. All of his movements were highly exaggerated as he lifted his legs, one after another, as high as possible, to avoid contact with any of the joists. I saw his attention was divided as he kept shifting his eyes to see above his head, in front of his body and where he wanted to plant his feet.

He worked at his entry through the joists like he was climbing through some sort of elaborate maze. When Tulró had finally arrived Tulró turned to face the wall and gave it a smug appraisal like no matter that you present yourself in a difficult manner I will always overcome!

With that, I announced, Tulró, “I’ll be in the office if you want me for any reason.”

I walked through the house having the feeling that Tulró was following me. The energy I felt was uncanny as I had never experienced this sort of thing before. Swiftly I turned to look behind me to see if what I felt were correct and found myself nose to nose with Tulró. Startled I gasped out loud and tried to get out of the way as Tulró was going full steam ahead. His eyes were focused on something beyond me. It was as if he didn’t see me or perhaps couldn’t see me.

I was well aware that Tulró was creating a pretense, more like nonsense to me, as these guys are aware of where they are, what they are doing, and when to do anything, at all times.

Even though on a conscious level I knew all these things I had reacted: My heart pounded with fright of the near collision. Tulró, however, kept going. He walked through me like I wasn’t there. I felt a swishing energy and was a bit uncomfortable as he passed through. After Tulró had made his pass, I involuntarily sighed. Noticeably, I was relieved on a not so subtle level.

I turned to find out where Tulró had gone and found him behind me waiting with his hands resting on his hips. Just as my eyes locked onto his face, Tulró screwed up his face with a half-cocked grin, threw his arms high in the air and sang in a high pitched voice, “Ta dah!” Tulró was treating the entire incident as if he had been on center stage. He had been preforming! Now, of all things he seemed to want to be recognized for his amazing accomplishment. I had to agree, Tulró had a bit of talent.

Involuntarily, my hands moved to hold my head as I felt a pressure build akin to a headache. Even though I recognized Tulró’s talent I was not at all amazed and felt a sense of disillusionment quickly beginning to blossom. Tulró was purposefully distracting me taking me from my writing. For that I did not appreciate his antics. “Tulró,” I said, “You are not winning my favor by doing these types of tricks.”

Then I realized Tulró had wanted to lighten my mood and I, without meaning to, asked in an accusing tone, “Are you here to teach or to play silly games?”

“Nakala,” Tulró began, his face no longer eager to please, flatly stated, “You, at times, are much too unyielding.” Then he thrust out his lower lip and sulked like a young boy who had been badly mistreated.

Not giving in to Tulró’s act I started in, “Tulró, contrary to what you believe, I have work to do. I had been writing with Babaró when I heard that bang. By the way, how do you do that anyway?” Tulró laughed then took my arm as he offered, “Here let me show you.”

In a flash, on one level, I knew that the entire episode was one of his comedic acts geared to teach but in doing so he had indicated that he was about to show me how it was done. He was ready to take me to the wall and quite possibly would attempt to take me through it with him. He was that believable! I wanted nothing of it! Of course, I didn’t have this ability to walk through walls, so my instinct was to be afraid and protect my body. Tulró’s acting was so clever—so dead-pan that I almost had fallen for it!

In a swift jerk, I pulled my arm away from Tulró, took a step back and defiantly crossed my arms and planted my feet solidly on the floor in a protective stance. In a loud firm voice, I proclaimed, “Not this time honey. Ain’t going do it!”

“Ah, Nakala,” Tulró whined taking on that persona once again like an insolent little child that had been told it was time for his bath, “Like I said, you are way too serious. When are you going to lighten up and have some real fun? Walking through walls is the bomb!”

I just groaned and asked with words meaning to sting, “Why, oh, why won’t you just grow up?”

Then I saw in a split second Tulró’s expression shift from a happy go lucky young boy to an older man, his eyes sadly focused on nothing while he sifted through my words—my judgment of him! It seemed I had knocked the happiness right out of him. Before my very eyes, Tulró’s had easily aged twenty years as the light in his eyes had dramatically dimmed changing from pure joy to utter defeat. I lowered my head ashamed to face him and I murmured under my breath but loud enough that Tulró could hear, “There is something seriously wrong with me that I would talk to you that way. I am so sorry.”

Tulró had been, and obviously still was, one of my teachers. Why, oh, why was I having such a difficult time with him today? Why did I disrespect his jovial manner—his style? Disappointed with myself, I shook my head like I was symbolically shaking away the bad karma I had just created.

Wanting to avoid any more confrontation, I turned to seek the comfort of my emerald-green recliner. I sat down and buried my face in my hands.

At that moment, I saw an image of myself with an acute clarity and precision as if I had split into two people: the ugliness of what I had become, and asked myself, “Nakala, what have you done this time? How are you going to fix this?”

At once, I sat up with the knowing that Tulró had purposefully and shrewdly set me up. Once again I had been tested to see how well I could manage my thoughts and emotions—if I would act instead of reacting. In resignation, I sighed knowing full well that I would have the same test again and again until I had mastered patience, compassion, diplomacy and a host of other virtues that ought to come naturally to me. Dang it! I loved Tulró. Why did he have to be so completely annoying?  

Taking me by surprise, I heard Tulró politely ask, “May I speak?”  Tulró had masterfully tipped the scale. I felt vulnerable and embarrassed for my words and wasn’t sure I wanted to continue the teaching, but I said, “Of course Tulró, you have my full attention.”

Tulró channeled three breaths through me before he began to pull together what I would consider to be one of his finest teachings.

Tulró began by saying a single word that took me nowhere, “Stars.” I shook my head knowing that we weren’t finished by a long shot. Unintentionally, suspicious of his motive, I furrowed my forehead and wondered what on earth was he up to now? Tulró repeated the word, “Stars,” once again, only this time I saw his expression and heard the tone of his voice like the word, “stars,” was a code for some deep secret that I had the key for—that I knew the meaning of.  To my dismay, I did not know. I didn’t have the foggiest notion of what Tulró was trying to relay to me here.

With a speed and accuracy that I have seldom witnessed with people on the Earth plane Tulró launched in, “Stars are beings that reside way up in your solar system, your galaxy, your universe. Wouldn’t you agree?” Perplexed, I cautiously answered, “Well, it is said that stars are located in those places, yes.”

“Would you say, Nakala, that stars are alive?” At that moment, I knew I had scrunched up my face working to figure out his riddle. At the same time my opinion was: his question was absurd, I mean really? But quickly I shifted keeping my opinion silent as I thought better of it. (All the while Tulró read my thoughts.) Still I had no idea how stars could possibly tie into Tulró’s class act. Intentionally, I relaxed my face. However, still annoyed I managed to politely answer his question, “Yes, I do Tulró. I believe they are alive.”

With my answer, Tulró gave me a single nod and exclaimed, “Well, there you have it!” My mouth dropped open and I lifted my open hands toward the heavens in a receiving gesture but they remained empty just like my understanding of Tulró’s lesson. “Oh, Lord,” I prayed aloud, “Please teach me the ways of patience, kindness, understanding, and wisdom.”